Kang Ting found that the tomb where he lives today was originally on the slope of a mountain, which has changed its appearance over the years, resulting in sufficient rainwater flowing through this side of the hill during the rainy season, and over time, the slope has been washed out of the soil in the mountain, and the tomb buried here has also been washed out of a corner.

This forest is overgrown with grass and trees, and now it is late autumn, and the grass on the sunny slope has been dried up, Kang Ting went out and hugged some soft ones and put them back into the tomb, thinking that although the owner of the tomb is gone, but after all, it is someone's territory, and it is not good for him to occupy the magpie's nest, and then sleeping on someone's coffin board is even more disrespectful to the deceased.

After a few trips back and forth, Kang Ting finally cleaned the tomb, like a place to live, except for the coffin that was moved to the corner of the wall, it was still a little eye-catching, and the others were neat and tidy, reflecting the light of the vines and fireflies in the tomb, which was also particularly beautiful.

Kang Ting did not go far after going out, knowing that this forest was deep and dense, and there must be many fierce beasts hidden in it, and he had injuries to his legs and feet, so he only picked a handful of colorful wild fruits and went back, although there was a feeling of hunger at the moment, but Kang Ting thought about seeing his beloved, and felt overjoyed.

Back in the burial chamber, Kang Ting found a fat pheasant lying on the ground, as if someone had just twisted his neck, and blood was still flowing out of his mouth. Kang Ting looked around, but he didn't see An Qing's figure, and called a few times softly, but only his voice echoed in the tomb a few times, and there was no response.

Kang Ting picked up the pheasant, laughed twice, and felt that the sun must be too strong at the moment, she was a little afraid and reluctant to come out, thinking that at night, An Qing would definitely come back to see him.

I have been looking forward to it until the night, just when Kang Ting looked at the autumn water like a newlywed woman, An Qing he was looking forward to finally came, this time what he brought to Kang Ting, it was a few baked cakes full of sesame seeds, Kang Ting happily took one and took a big bite, and when he raised his eyes, he saw An Qing's lantern hanging on the vine, which seemed to be brighter than yesterday.

Looking at the baked cake in his hand, Kang Ting felt a bitterness in his throat, looked at An Qing and said, "Qingqing, are you killing people again?" ”

An Qing's hand fiddling with the lantern stopped, and sneered at Kang Ting, "Yes! Why, do you hate this baked cake? ”

Kang Ting shook his head and took another bite of the baked cake in his hand, "I believe you, I know that the people you killed are all fierce gods and evil people who have lost their conscience." ”

An Qing continued to fiddle with the lantern, his eyes were empty, and he looked at the two flames burning inside in a daze: "I have suffered the most pain in this world, and you are not qualified to persuade me to be kind." ”

Kang Ting lowered his head and said mournfully, "I'm sorry. ”

A light apology was spoken, but there was silence in the tomb, and after a long time, Kang Ting looked up and saw that the tomb was empty, only a papier-mâché lantern on the branches, under the fluorescent light, revealing a miserable and faint light.

Lying on the haystack all night sleeplessly, the temperature in the tomb was much warmer than the frosty sky outside, Kang Ting thought about many things, if it wasn't for An Qing, he would have died under the knives of those two killers, and her subordinates did not kill him, so could he persuade her to put down the butcher's knife? Shouldn't the people in this world who should put down the butcher's knife the most?

The next day, Kang Ting felt that his legs were much better, so he went out with a dagger, broke branches to make some simple living utensils, and when he saw a cluster of multi-colored autumn chrysanthemums, he deliberately picked them back, thinking about showing them to An Qing. Now everything he can do and find, Kang Ting has carefully prepared two copies, thinking carefully about how the two of them can only take care of himself in the future.

But when Kang Ting was full of enthusiasm and prepared everything, An Qing never appeared again, and at night Kang Ting stood at the door of the tomb, looking at the endless forest under black pressure, at a loss. Before, Kang Ting knew that An Qing was in the mountains and forests, but now that he was in it, he didn't know where she was.

According to Kang Ting's many inquiries, after the young An Qing was tied up in a clay pot and burned to death, it was supposed to be to worship the mountain demon and carry the clay pot into the mountain forest, but where was it buried, Kang Ting inquired carefully to find it, but never asked the result. With such a painful question, Kang Ting has always been difficult to ask her, and now he is at a loss, and he still doesn't dare to think about it.

Day after day, time flowed, and a chilling winter rain arrived, and the raindrops continued during the day, and in the evening, the sky began to drift with fine sandy snow. Kang Ting listened to the irregular sound of the snow sand hitting the dead leaves outside, and saw that the variegated chrysanthemum planted in the coffin had bloomed and collapsed into a clump of soil.

In the burial chamber, the light of the firewood illuminated the mural flickeringly, and the fluorescent vine, which seemed to be a little afraid of the scorching firelight, was much smaller than usual.

Kang Ting lay on the haystack he had tidied up, looking at the fresco, a couple of men and women who were getting married on the mural, and before he knew it, the mural slowly came to life in the swing of the firelight, and the groom in a wedding dress with a red flower became him, and the bride's hijab was lifted and turned into a bewitching-looking woman.

The woman smiled at Kang Ting, and walked with her steps, and a refreshing fragrance penetrated into Kang Ting's snorting consciousness.

Kang Ting's mind began to be dizzy, and he felt that his body had an indescribable heat, and when he opened his eyes and took a closer look, he saw that the charming bride had approached him, and kept twisting his plump body, touching it intentionally or unintentionally, making Kang Ting feel that the skin there was burning from the inside out.

Stumbling and falling, Kang Ting shook his head vigorously, trying to restrain himself, but his eyes were still a little hazy, the only sight was that the bride in red had taken off her clothes, naked and seductively full, straddled his waist, stretched out a pair of hands like swimming snakes, and gently poked into his clothes.

The burning firewood didn't know what it burned, and it made a "pop" sound, and Kang Ting was confused, and felt into his boots along his trouser leg, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed it into the bride's chest very quickly.

With a piercing scream, Kang Ting felt that his body was light, so he immediately retreated to the side at a very fast speed, his teeth made a force, biting the tip of his tongue, and blood snaked down the corners of his lips, and Kang Ting gradually came to his senses.

The tomb was empty, and the bride in red had disappeared, Kang Ting cautiously looked in front of the mural, but saw a scene of abundant crops on the wall, where was there any married bride.

A burnt smell came into his nose, and Kang Ting suddenly remembered that a palm-sized fish he had grilled before was still on the fire, and after a long time, he was afraid that it had been charred into black charcoal.

Quickly turned around, Kang Ting looked at the fire, but saw a pair of delicate and white hands directly removed the fish from the flame, took it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, and threw it into the fire with a chuckle.

Kang Ting looked at the person, his happy heart almost jumped, he wanted to run to the person he liked immediately, but he felt a chill in his chest, and when he lowered his head, he saw that the front of his shirt was wide open, and the heat of his skin had not faded, and the red marks were still ambiguous.

With a red face, Kang Ting put on his clothes and quickly explained: "I, I, not what you think, I don't have ......"

An Qing paced to the coffin, looked at the withered flower in the soil, and said softly when Kang Ting was already embarrassed and had nowhere to avoid: "I know, if there is anything, you are already a dry corpse at this moment." ”

When Kang Ting heard this, he recalled the scene of Fang Cai, and a layer of cold sweat couldn't help but rise on his back.

"Ecstasy is a flower that grows on a grave, and its roots are rooted in the ground and suck the flesh of the dead, but if it is a long-lasting ecstasy, the fragrance of the flower can make the living fascinated, and then the rhizome penetrates the internal organs of the person, until the person is sucked into a dried corpse before leaving."

Kang Ting listened, hurriedly looked up at the fluorescent vines in the tomb, and wondered, "Is it it?" ”

"It's not."

Kang Ting relaxed, "I'll be careful in the future." After thinking about it for a while, Kang Ting asked again: "Recently, I do feel that something is about to move, why didn't I have it before?" ”

An Qing turned around, sat on a simple bench put together by Kangting, and responded: "There are very few people here, especially at night, if I don't come for many days, they will treat you as a meal." ”

Hearing this, an eight-foot man in Kangting said with some grievances: "If you don't come again, I'll die and look for you." ”

The corners of An Qingyan's red lips twitched, "That's a good idea." ”

Kang Ting put another fish on a branch and roasted it on the fire, and complained: "If you die, you will die, if you are killed by the spirit of Fang Cai, you will not be able to protect the night." ”

The fire was red, and An Qing actually laughed softly. Kang Ting looked over softly, and saw her smiling appearance, which was more beautiful than all the scenery he had ever seen in his life, as if the two were just young girls in Fanghua, meeting at the right time, knowing each other, and the beautiful scenery accompanied each other in this life.

"Look again, your fish is going to be mushy again."

As soon as the words in his ears fell, Kang Ting smelled a slight smell of paste, jumped up and quickly took down the fish from the fire, only to find that the skin and flesh of the fish were already charred on the side of the fire.

Kang Ting took the fish, smiled embarrassedly, and raised his eyes again, only to realize that An Qing was not holding a lantern today, and his eyes were more empty than before, as if there was a bay of stagnant water in it, and it did not reflect any scene in this world.

Stretching out his hand, Kang Ting wanted to touch her eyes gently, almost touching the long eyelashes, and there was still no reflection of him in those eyes.

"I can't see it."

replied softly, which made Kang Ting's heart feel extremely distressed, reached out and grabbed An Qing's hand and put it on his face, and said with some pleading: "Qingqing, you use one of my eyes." ”

An Qing turned his head, looking at Kang Ting with empty eyes without saying a word.

Kang Ting hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I still have a condition, that is, when you start, the wound should be as small as possible, I am in Bian Ancheng, although I am not a rich boy, but I am also a top-notch beautiful man, if the wound is too ugly, I am nothing, but I am afraid that you will dislike it." ”